Life in itself Is nothing, An empty cup, a flight of uncarpeted stairs. Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes by Edna St. Vincent Millay More Quotes From Edna St. Vincent Millay I will come back to you, I swear I will; And you will know me still. I shall be only a little taller Than when I went. Edna St. Vincent Millay know-me swear littles Please don't think me negligent or rude. I am both, in effect, of course, but please don't think me either. Edna St. Vincent Millay rude manners thinking For the body at best Edna St. Vincent Millay longing cry body Music my rampart, and my only one. Edna St. Vincent Millay music Oh, you mean I'm a homosexual! Of course I am, and heterosexual too, but what's that got to do with my headache? Edna St. Vincent Millay headache sexuality mean I am not a tentative person. Whatever I do, I give up my whole self to it. Edna St. Vincent Millay passion giving-up self The world stands out on either side, No wider than the heart is wide. Edna St. Vincent Millay sides heart world I would I were alive again To kiss the fingers of the rain, To drink into my eyes the shine Of every slanting silver line, To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze From drenched and dripping apple-trees. For soon the shower will be done, And then the broad face of the sun Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth Until the world with answering mirth Shakes joyously, and each round drop Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top. Edna St. Vincent Millay kissing eye rain Let us not forget such words, and all they mean, as hatred, bitterness, and rancor greed, intolerance, bigotry; let us renew our faith and pledge to man, his right to be himself and free. Edna St. Vincent Millay equality hate mean I would blossom if I were a rose. Edna St. Vincent Millay ifs rose Please give me some good advice in your next letter. I promise not to follow it. Edna St. Vincent Millay bad-ass advice giving I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year. Edna St. Vincent Millay summer heart relationship When we are old and these rejoicing veins Edna St. Vincent Millay dream sleep lying There is no God. But it does not matter. Man is enough. Edna St. Vincent Millay men philosophy art Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies. Edna St. Vincent Millay childhood kingdoms children A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two. Edna St. Vincent Millay girl ghost two But if I can't be sorry, why, Edna St. Vincent Millay wells sorry might I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death; I am not on his pay-roll. Edna St. Vincent Millay dies pay A Poem from Edna St. Vincent Millay: Grown-up Was it for this I uttered prayers, And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs, That now, domestic as a plate, I should retire at half-past eight? Edna St. Vincent Millay eight prayer past All my life, Following Care along the dusty road, Have I looked back on loveliness and sighed. Edna St. Vincent Millay generosity care compassion
